Pens and Swords

We who spangle wet eyes, salute proudly our unflinching eyebrows. We are the rubber band of rubber soldiers; we who bundle the truth up-tight, we war poets that never served demand respect. Some world weary solders even claim they buried God in a foreign field. “How sad” we say and pray for those of such little faith. We untested poets simply ask that those in uniform honor our literary efforts, and try hard not to always see us as firing pen, and paper ammunition, at the foe, while they laugh fit to bust.